Chapter 707 High-Grade Ale

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After entering the tavern, he was left on the sidelines, and then watched a scene of Locke, who had a poor daughter raising a drunken father and a gangster debt collection scene. He was somewhat novel and sympathetic to the civilian life that happened at the bottom of Evra City.

He naturally sympathized with Memilla. Although Memilla and her uncle Krowne, as well as the gangster Wally outside the door, the voices were very low, but this voice did not escape Locke's ears.

In terms of status and the strength that Locke has today, it is enough to put him on a par with the most honorable person in the Fussen Kingdom, but in the face of the misfortune of these low-level civilians, his most rational approach is to stand by and watch.

I don't know how many poor ordinary people like Memilla are in this world. There are millions of civilians at the bottom of the Fussen Kingdom alone. How could Locke take care of them all.

Moreover, Locke has no obligation to help them.

The blood on his hands could add up to fill the city of Evra. Locke is not a bad guy, he is an executioner.

"Dear guest, what kind of wine do you want?" Amy La Nuonuo's voice came, which was a unique soft wax for thirteen-year-old girls.

The owner of this rose flower tavern is very good at doing business. The clerks selected are underage girls under the age of 15. The fragrance and vitality of the girls not only elevate the level of the tavern, but the cost is not much, and it can also attract many people. Fewer repeat customers.

However, if these guests want to do some kind of forced buying and selling in public and bully these girls, the thugs that the boss pays a lot of money to raise are not for nothing.

Of course, there are two or three exceptions to this.

One is the aristocracy, they are sometimes a blessing for commoner girls, because they don't need to work hard for life from now on.

One is a wealthy businessman, who legally allows one husband and three concubines in the Kingdom of Fussen. If there is enough money, it is not uncommon to have more wives and concubines.

The last type is the adventurer, especially the type of adventurer with extraordinary power. Whether it is a powerful fighting spirit or a magical summoning technique, in the civilian circle of Evra City, everyone is talking about it after dinner. Those thugs raised by the boss can't beat the adventurers with extraordinary strength.

Memira has a great voice

Listen, there are some of them because of her true nature, and some of them are dedicated to it. After working in the tavern for so many years, Amyra has already become a qualified waiter.

Sometimes a pleasant voice is also a kind of enjoyment. Locke said that he did not understand how experienced Ashar experienced the life of ordinary people, but the actual feeling was another matter.

Not to mention other things, at least Amyra, apart from her voice, looks more in line with Locke's aesthetic.

"Huh? Do you have ale here?" Locke looked at the menu in surprise.

People from all over the East Coast like to drink rum. Although this wine has a higher degree of alcohol than ordinary wine, Locke prefers full-bodied and long-bodied ale.

In other words, Locke is more accustomed to drinking ale, which is a hobby he has never changed after being an ordinary soldier in the Faustin Kingdom for so many years.

"Yes, our store's ale brewing technology was introduced from the Kingdom of Bosses in the south, and it is very popular with past adventurers." Memilla replied.

Locke doesn't dress like a noble or a wealthy businessman, but there is an aura about him, an aura that frightens Memilla and makes her involuntarily worship. Raco didn't feel it.

Could it be that Memilla felt a little excited.

The wine ordered by Locke is the most common ale in our shop, but there are several grades of ale. For example, Memilla's old drink was the cheapest one, seven copper coins per cup.

Under Memira's subconscious awareness, Locke chose the two most expensive ale in the store.

"Just these two kinds of bars, two bottles of each, let me taste the difference." Locke said.

Customers who drink in the tavern are often counted by the cup, and Locke needs four bottles when he comes up. Not only Memira was stunned, but also the customers who heard Locke's voice around them looked at Locke curiously.

People who drink a little can't control their hands and mouths. The current situation is that there are already a few men who are almost drunk, ready to laugh at Locke.

Even among adventurers who are known for their bravery, there are very few ruthless men who drink four bottles of ale at one time, let alone the two highest-grade ale in the store.

But these are coming

The rude guy, when the words came to his mouth, seemed like a drake whose throat was pinched. He opened his mouth for a long time but couldn't say a word. Instead, his face turned red, which was frightened.

There is no need for Locke to do other means, but simply releasing a little coercion is enough to shock the group of drunkards who dare not act rashly.

Locke's control of power has become more and more proficient, especially when he was in the Roland family in Crimea, the balance of ice and fire elements he mastered, which made his perception more acute.

The imposing coercion was only aimed at the drunkards around who wanted to ridicule Locke, and other customers who sat further away were not affected, so the Rose Flower Tavern seemed very normal at this time.

A thick layer of alcohol-smelling sweat soaked his clothes, and the surrounding drunkards who were shocked by Locke suddenly woke up from a drunken state, regardless of the unfinished wine on the table. Money left the tavern.

The coercion of an earth knight, even if it is less than 1%, is not something they can resist as ordinary people. Now, the unremarkable Locke is in their eyes.

It is the existence of wild beasts.

Memilla was a little strange about the few customers who checked out and left. She didn't attribute the problem to Locke. She didn't even know that Locke had just punished a few people who wanted to be rude to him.

Out of professional ethics, Memilla has always been very attentive to such 'big customers'. People who can afford the most expensive wine will naturally not care about that little tip.

"Do you need anything else? If you just drink, so many bottles will make your appetite unpleasant." Memilla said softly.

On the surface, she said that, but in fact she didn't care how many bottles Locke could drink. Four bottles of the highest-grade ale, and after consuming it, her bonus is like 20 copper coins. This time, the food for the next three days and my father have been found, so there is no need to ask the fat man in the back kitchen.

"Well, give me a plate of peanuts, and then give me a plate of rabbit meat." Locke said.

Mingming's wine is very high-end, but the dishes that go with it are average, which makes Memilla a little strange, but she doesn't ask herself what she shouldn't ask. After putting away the menu, she respectfully went to get something for Locke.

"Memira, you earned it this time." At the counter, Memira's good sister Ruby said.

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